The morning sun streamed through the inn's window, casting a warm golden glow over the small room.
I tossed the last of my spare tunics into my storage ring, watching the fabric vanish with a familiar, soft pulse of blue mana.
"Got everything?" I asked, glancing over my shoulder.
Tessa was standing by her bed, double-checking the clasp on her leather satchel before storing it away in her own ring.
She wore a fresh traveling cloak, her hair tied back neatly.
"I think so. Potions are stocked, and I bought some extra rations downstairs yesterday."
The heavy oak door pushed open, and Scarlet leaned against the frame.
She had her arms crossed, her vibrant red tail flicking impatiently behind her.
The dark, corrupted veins that had plagued her arms in the dungeon were completely gone, leaving her pale skin unblemished.
"If you two are done double-checking your socks, can we actually leave? This town smells like cheap ale and horse manure."
